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By W. A. Clouston.The Tale of Zayn Al-AsnamAlaeddin; or, The Wonderful LampKhudadad and His BrothersThe Story of the Blind Man, Baba AbdullahHistory of Sisi Nu'umanHistory of Khwajah Hasan Al-HabbalAli Baba and the Forty ThievesAli Khwajah and the Merchant of BaghdadPrince Ahmad and the Fairy Peri-BanuThe Two Sisters Who Envied Their Cadette Additional Notes:-- The Tale of Zayn Al-AsnamAlaeddin; or, The Wonderful LampAli Baba and the Forty ThievesPrince Ahmad and the Fairy Peri-Banu The

paper clip out of his pocket and opens it out, and I think maybe he has a penknife, too, and next thing I know the padlock is open."Gee, how'd you do that?" "Sh-h-h. A guy showed me how. You better get your cat and scram." Golly, I wonder, maybe the guy is a burglar, and that gives me another creepy feeling. But would a burglar be taking time out to get a kid's cat free? "Well, thanks for the cat. See you around," I say. "Sh-h-h. I don't live around here.

pparently you don't know the way to the stairs," returned the other a trifle tartly. Looking at his keen, pallid and deeply lined face, the young doctor set him down as a rather irritable fellow, and suspected dyspepsia. "Everybody will be going to the beach," he added. "If you follow along you'll probably get there.""Thanks," said Dick undisturbedly. It was a principle of his that the ill-temper of others was no logical reason for ill-temper in himself. In

e of the road. But the second hind, having heard my name, loosed from the tiring-maid, and ran for his life; and, indeed, my strength was known all about that part.And I caught Mirdath the Beautiful by her shoulders, and shook her very soundly, in my anger. And afterward, I sent the maid onward; and she, having no word from her Mistress to stay, went forward a little; and in this fashion we came at last to the hedge-gap, with the Lady Mirdath very hushed; but yet walking anigh to me, as that

and, illogically enough, his presence in the street gave Mrs. Drabdump a curious sense of security, as of a believer living under the shadow of the fane. That any human being of ill-odor should consciously come within a mile of the scent of so famous a sleuth-hound seemed to her highly improbable. Grodman had retired (with a competence) and was only a sleeping dog now; still, even criminals would have sense enough to let him lie.So Mrs. Drabdump did not really feel that there had been any

hose of LutheranPastors. Put all this together and say if the human race hasever presented a more unlovely aspect. When we try to find thebrighter spots they are chiefly where civilisation, as apartfrom religion, has built up necessities for the community, suchas hospitals, universities, and organised charities, asconspicuous in Buddhist Japan as in Christian Europe. We cannotdeny that there has been much virtue, much gentleness, muchspirituality in individuals. But the churches were empty

"Hush up!" said a deep, growling voice. "You're making yourself ridiculous."Everyone looked to see where this voice came from; but none could guess who had uttered the words of rebuke. The rowers of the boat were all solemn and silent and certainly no one on the shore had spoken. But the little man did not seem astonished in the least, or even annoyed. King Kitticut now addressed the stranger, saying courteously: "You are welcome to the Kingdom of Pingaree. Perhaps you

too, my lady, afore Aaron, who now lies with the worms, laid me out with a flat-iron. Men's fit for jails only, as I allays says.""A nice opinion you have of our sex," remarked Archie dryly. "I have, sir. I could tell you things as would make your head waggle with horror on there shoulders of yours." "What about your son Sidney? Is he also wicked?" "He would be if he had the strength, which he hasn't," exclaimed the widow with uncomplimentary fervor.

only two things in the window that interested him at all, and they were not both temptations. One was an old rosewood camera, and Pocket was interested in cameras old and new; but the thing that tempted him was a little revolver at five-and-six, with what looked like a box of cartridges beside it, apparently thrown in for the price. A revolver to take back to school! A revolver to fire in picked places on the slow walks with a slow companion which were all the exercise this unfortunate fellow

ous mistake," he said. "I must try and set it right.Yet I don't know how to set about it either. I was going down to thevillage from the Vicarage just after dusk when I found a fellow in atrap who had got himself into broken water. One wheel had sunk into theedge of the ditch which had been hidden by the snow, and the whole thingwas high and dry, with a list to starboard enough to slide him out ofhis seat. I lent a hand, of course, and soon had the wheel in the roadagain. It was quite